In the rolling yellow dust, I saw the blue-shirted figure who had jumped out of the carriage and landed on the side of the road. It turned out to be a fair-skinned, handsome face, about forty years old, holding a dragon-scale anti-arm knife in his hand.
middle-aged people.
The middle-aged man in blue shirt held a dragon-scaled back-arm knife in his hand, and his face was filled with a murderous aura that was so thick that it could not be dissipated. He twitched the corners of his eyes and looked up at the six masked men. He suddenly stared angrily and asked sternly: "You guys
You scoundrels and shameless fanatics from the Heavenly Demon Sect, I, Nangong Shuangjie, have no grievances with you in the past and have no enmity recently. Why do you pursue each other so hard..."
Before he finished speaking, one of the six masked men raised his eyebrows and made a sudden noise, interrupting the middle-aged man in blue and shouting loudly: "Brothers, don't keep nagging him.
,kill!"
With loud shouts, the six of them waved their swords and sticks, and all of them attacked the Nangong heroes frantically.
Nangong Shuangjie knew that these people were determined to take his life, but he would never give up and go back with the head on his neck. As he breathed rapidly, he laughed angrily and used all his strength to display the skills he had practiced for many years.
With the Dragon Control Sword Technique, one person can defeat six super masters.
"Bang bang bang!"
"Drink, drink, drink!"
I saw the flickering shadows of swords and sticks, which dazzled people. Amidst the continuous shouting, a scream suddenly broke out. A gray-clothed masked man, but he was not careful, and was cut in two by Nangong Shuangjie with a shocking sword.
It was broken, and the blood was stained with yellow and white things and scattered across the sky.
When the other five people saw this scene, their moves suddenly became a little panicked. When one of them saw this, he shouted loudly and shook his hand to hit a silver round iron egg the size of a walnut kernel.
As soon as the other four people saw the silver round iron egg taking action, they gave a sharp shout, and they all used their bodies to rush upwind.
At the same time that the other four people were vertically upwind, the man who shot out the silver round iron egg raised his left hand urgently again, and used the technique of throwing money from his bangs, and fired dozens of silver projectiles at Nangong Shuangjie.
Call urgently.
Nangong Shuangjie, who had just shaken his head to avoid the silver round iron egg, did not expect that the other party's technique was so fast. In the blink of an eye, more than a dozen silver projectiles had arrived in front of him.
In the midst of lightning and flint, he had no choice but to dance a dragon-scaled back-arm knife into an iron curtain, trying to knock down the silver round iron eggs that were flying towards him one by one.
However, wherever the sword light struck, there were "bang bang bang!" and several soft sounds, and a burst of red smoke suddenly swirled and flew, and at the same time, bursts of strange smell rushed into the nostrils.
As soon as the peculiar smell entered his nostrils, Nangong Shuangjie was shocked, and said anxiously in his heart: "Not good!" He hurriedly closed his nose and did not dare to breathe air.
However, it is a bit late to do this now.
Nangong Shuangjie felt a strong dizziness in his head, and even his vision began to become blurred, and he felt a sense of weakness as his limbs trembled.
When the masked man in gray clothes fired the silver poison bullet saw him, he didn't dare to neglect at all. Without saying a word, he stood up suddenly and rushed forward. He slashed Huashan with a single sword in his hand. When he saw it, he aimed at Nangong Shuangjie's Tianling Gai.
Cut it off quickly.
Although Nangong Shuangjie's eyes had become blurry, his hearing was still extremely sensitive. At this moment, when he heard the sound of wind carried by the knife cutting through the air, his mind moved, and he mustered up the last breath of Qi in his body, and took advantage of his body.
The figure staggered unsteadily and had the tendency to lean forward. With a loud shout, he threw the dragon-scale back-arm knife forward with all his might.
Hearing a shrill scream, the gray masked man slashed at Nangong Shuangjie with a knife. He staggered and fell backwards. Even the knife in his hand could not be lifted steadily and fell to the side. He held it tightly with both hands.
He touched his chest, and blood spurted out from between his fingers like a fountain. Nangong Shuangjie's dragon-scaled back-arm knife was completely immersed in the man's chest, and even a little bit of the tip of the knife was spat out from his back.
come out.
The other masked man holding a stick was stunned for a moment, and then he shouted loudly. He suddenly rose up and rushed forward. In his hand, the purple-gold iron stick was pressed against the top of a mountain. Carrying the power of tens of thousands of hectares, he fiercely moved towards
Nangong Shuangjie, who was already on the verge of collapse, smashed him away.